With a prayer you fed the hungry,
with a cry you stilled the storm.
With a look you had compassion
on the desperate and forlorn.
With a touch you healed the leper.
With a shout You raised the dead.
With a word expelled the demons.
With a blessing broke the bread.
Love incarnate, love divine,
captivate this heart of mine;
till all I do speaks of you.
As a sheep before the shearer
you were silent in your pain,
you endured humiliation
at the hands of those you’d made;
and as hell unleashed its fury
you were lifted on a tree,
crying Father God forgive them,
place their punishment on me
I will feed the poor and hungry,
I will stand up for the truth,
I will take my cross and follow
to the corners of the earth.
And I ask that you so fill me
with your Peace, your Power, your Breath,
that I never love my life so much
to shrink from facing death.